|After a week of snowy days and frigid nights|
down below everything was dry and cozy-ish.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Frozen messing about
After shoveling the snow off the boat it rose up about an inch on it's lines. The snow was wet, heavy and icy. From the cockpit I could see the few other boats in the basin and many others on the hard. I could hear the clanking of halyards against aluminum masts from the boats who's owners weren't considerate enough to cat off their lines. I could see a few sea gulls gliding on the wind and one bald eagle on an ice floe out on the river.
Even though I was only sitting on a boat that wasn't going anywhere soon, I was quite a bit happier to be floating, on a boat, my boat, a boat that I hope within a month will be sailing thru not so frozen water. That was enough to make the snow blowing down my collar not so cold or uncomfortable, but really just a bit silly. Sometimes just sitting and daydreaming about things I am pretty sure will come, is enough. For now it has to be because our world here is still frozen and buried in snow and ice.